Daming Yinghua

Chapter 159 The Battle of Fushun ([-])
In front of Ma Xianglin, the grassy slope undulates like ocean waves.

Before Huang Taiji could clearly see his Ming army pretending to be a Mongol, Ma Xianglin had already used his binoculars to see clearly the white flag at the edge of the tooth and the various weapons held by the armored elites.

A month ago, at the military conference hosted by Zhang Quan, Ma Xianglin met Zheng Haizhu.

Unlike the previous reunion after farewell, this time, Ma Xianglin felt relaxed and relieved for the first time.

After a year, both of them have changed a lot.

On the tree of life, it seems that many branches have been added, with different leaves, flowers, and fruits.

The young marshal of the Sichuan Army has become the son-in-law of the official of the Ministry of War, while Miss Zheng still looks like a single tree facing the sun.

Ma Xianglin looked at Zheng Haizhu.

He is more sober than when he was in Taiwan.

The two trees will no longer have the possibility of forming a joint branch, but these two trees, like other uneven trees, can become a forest against bloody storms, violent sand and turbid waves.

Zheng Haizhu looked at him with a gaze that was neither affectionate nor unfamiliar.

"Xianglin," even in front of everyone, she still gave up the title "General Ma" very naturally, "After I went to Hetuala, I felt that Nurhachi's favorite Heshuobeile was Huang Taiji. In Fushun, Huang Taiji should let Huang Taiji's Zhengbai Banner follow him. There are about [-] elites who are skilled in horse warfare in Zhengbai Banner. Excluding those who are kept to guard against the Yehe tribe's attack, Huang Taiji should bring at least [-] out. I In Hetu Ala let his men explore, their spears and broadswords are not as long as your white spear..."

At this moment, Ma Xianglin recalled every bit of information Zheng Haizhu gave.

After a closer look at the actual combat, the information was matched one by one.

It was also the first time that Ma Xianglin fought against the Golden Army, and he quickly understood that the warriors of the Zhengbai Banner were the same as the soldiers of the Nurhachi and the Yellow Banners. .

He is more confident.

Ma Xianglin ordered the dental soldiers to play the semaphore of the Chinese army's order, and the drumbeat also changed its rhythm.

He himself took the lead in accelerating.

As the commander of a cavalry army, it is very important to control the rhythm and formation of his troops.

After Ma Xianglin and more than a dozen soldiers left and right left the front battalion, the white-armed soldiers of the five camps of the Sichuan Army began to change formations. Each battalion followed their respective standard bearers and quickly transformed into a long line of advancing fronts.

But this line is not like Huang Taiji's Zhengbai flag, which is slightly curved and stretched.

If a clever weaver can look down from the sky, he will be surprised to find that Ma Xianglin's cavalry, like a flying shuttle on a loom, travels between the warp and weft, magic, and soon turns into a cavalry in each row. Triangle lineup.

There was one small flag-bearer in the front, and three, five, or seven people behind him. These teams of more than ten people kept an extremely delicate distance from each other.

There are thirty such teams in each row, only a few steps apart from each other, a total of four rows, and each row is separated by about ten steps.

In this way, a team of nearly 2000 knights formed a magnificent and exquisite geometric picture on the green grassland.

Comparing the two, Huang Taiji's cavalry camp can only be regarded as three scribbled ink lines.

When they got close to each other about [-] steps, Ma Xianglin quickly turned around twice, his eyes swept over the surging formation of the horse's head, and confirmed that the formation of the soldiers under his command had completed.

He raised the gun quickly and tilted it at an orderly angle.

Dozens of small flag bearers behind him understood it at a glance, waved the flag as a signal, and the soldiers began to speed up.

The slightly stray sound of horseshoes a moment ago gradually turned into an even and distinct rumbling sound due to the increase in speed.

There was no sound of exploding firearms, no crisp sound of swords fighting each other, but the sound of iron hooves approaching seemed to step on people's hearts one after another, showing even more nervous excitement.

The two sides were close to [-] steps, and the distance was actually shortened by dozens of steps in an instant.

Neither side will hesitate in cavalry hedging.A moment of hesitation, a moment of slowing down, you may turn from a stone into an egg in an instant, only to be smashed to pieces.

The 25-year-old Huang Taiji felt the fear of being a banner owner for the first time.

Fear comes from the unknown.

On the opposite side, the disguised Ming army descended from the sky, no matter the strange formation, or the uniform and eye-catching white iron spears, he had never seen it in the land of Liaodong.

It was too late for him to think about contingency strategies. Behind them was the solid north wall of Fushun City, where kerosene poured down and arrows shot down.

Huang Taiji had no way out, and he couldn't escape before his father's order to retreat sounded.

He could only hold up his broadsword under the banner of Zhengbai, which was hunting and facing the wind, and rushed out of the Chinese army to the front of the cavalry formation.

The morale of the general is the morale of the whole army.

A few post-golden knights with the most exquisite riding skills and the calmest hearts still tried to shoot arrows when they were close to collision.

It is impossible to use step bows and heavy arrows or crossbows on a horse galloping at high speed.

Some of those speculative light arrows couldn't hit Ma Xianglin who was charging ahead, and occasionally a few or two hit them. Due to the angle and strength, they were not enough to pierce the knight's armor robe, horse head mask and horse chest curtain.

Entered a hundred steps!
Ma Xianglin let out a roar, leveled the silver spear, and pointed the tip of the hook-and-sickle straight at Huang Taiji.

The two thousand Sichuan soldiers behind them also made the same gesture, and the horses under their crotches keenly felt the master's instructions through his legs and reins.

These horses were personally selected by Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin after they arrived in the capital last year.Nearly 3 taels of silver, half of the savings of the mother and son, and half of Zhang Quan's dowry to his daughter.Zhang Fengyi has no interest in mahogany furniture and antique jewels. What she sees in ostentation is an elite cavalry army with soldiers from the south and horses from the north.

The strength of the Nine Frontiers has declined, and the imperial court originally wanted to imitate Qi Jiguang's visit to Jizhen in the past, and send the loyal and reliable Qin family army to the north.After getting the horses, in the early autumn of last year, Qin Liangyu assigned two thousand stone scorpion soldiers to be trained by Ma Xianglin in Shanhaiguan, and they worked together.

At this moment, the seasoned stone-cutter knights and the newborn calf's fat and strong war horses rushed towards the Jurchen invaders with the greatest speed, proudly and without hesitation.

……

Sun Yuanhua at the head of Fushun City turned his head and stared intently at the torrent of troops in the north.

But at the last moment, he closed his eyes.

He found to his dismay that he could monitor the trajectory and killing effect of the artillery shells, but he couldn't directly watch the moment when the cavalry took charge.

Both sides are flesh and blood.

Both sides have a speed that is completely different from that of infantry.

With such a high-speed collision, flesh, armor, knives and guns will all be scattered in all directions as if they were being bombarded.

The roar of people, the neighing of horses, and the collision of weapons will destroy the mind like a stormy sea.

Every knight charging on both sides knew the result from the moment they accelerated.

However, everyone, including the horse, rushed forward with wide eyes.

live or die!
It was the pinnacle of violence in the Cold Weapons Age.

Regardless of whether it is viewed as beautiful or ugly, romantic or tragic, the cavalry charge is the pinnacle of male violence.

The loud bang finally reached his ears, which made Sun Yuanhua open his eyes.

As imagined, after the collision of the two torrents, all the people on the battlefield turned upside down. Countless limbs, remains, helmets, and weapons flew into the air, forming one after another silhouettes that made the viewer's scalp tingle.

"The white flag fell, but our flag did not fall."

An immature female voice sounded behind Sun Yuanhua.

Sun Yuanhua turned his head, and Zheng Haizhu's two female students were looking north, discussing the situation of the battle.At this moment, the falcon cannon at the top of the city can no longer play any role, and has entered a state of rest.

The girls had apparently been watching the cavalry charge.

Their calm eyes didn't blink, which made Sun Yuanhua laugh at the brief moment when he couldn't bear to watch the battle.

"Look, Master Sun, our cavalry, like our cannons, can fight for several rounds."

One of the female students pointed excitedly.

Sun Yuanhua was busy and looked out from a distance.

That's right, the small independent triangles in each row of the Sichuan Army were so wonderfully separated that they plunged into the Jurchens' camp like wedges at the moment of the hedge.

Casualties on one's own side are of course inevitable, but the teammates in the rear can capture the most precious fighter opportunities from the momentary forced deceleration of the enemy.

What's more, one inch is longer and one inch is stronger. The white guns of the Sichuan army are already more advantageous than the knives, sticks and maces of the Houjin soldiers of different lengths.

The Houjin soldiers, who thought they were too aggressive, would soon have to face the wedge-shaped fronts in the second, third, and fourth rows, as well as the densely packed long spears.

"Master Sun," Nvwa continued to watch and said, "This way of fighting, how brave are the flag bearers in each row, they are the first."

Sun Yuanhua took a deep breath. He had never felt so emotional like today. What qualifications did the literati of Ming Dynasty have to look down on generals.

He narrowed his eyes and sighed, "That's right, the bravest one is the one at the front."

……

Ma Xianglin watched helplessly as the tip of his spear was about to hit Huang Taiji's shoulder first.

Before he faced the front, he re-deduced the movements passed down by his mother and practiced many times by himself in his mind.

He, Ma Xianglin, is already familiar with how to combine ingenuity and brute force at the most critical moment, and use it on the unique hook and sickle of the white spear to directly pick the enemy off the horse.

Yes, he had seen clearly that Huang Taiji had made a gesture to protect his vitals with his sword. The owner of the Zhengbai Banner obviously thought that the Ming army commander's attack method was to stab with a spear.

However, to Ma Xianglin's surprise, in the last few dozen steps, Huang Taiji's horse swayed, and his white-armored personal guards on the left and right took the position of the coach.

Ma Xianglin's hands were faster than his brain, relying on the muscle memory formed in ten years of fighting, he quickly turned his upper body, while trying to reach for Huang Taiji, while trying to avoid the mace of the white armor guards.

"Boom..."

His gun barrel was blocked by the gun barrel of a stone scab soldier behind him, and the huge force almost made the spear fall out of his hand.

And the tip of the spear of the Shi Jie soldier had accurately captured the horse's head of another white-armored soldier.

The horse's skull shattered immediately, the horse's front hooves softened, and the white-armored soldier on its back flew out due to inertia, and fell into the cavalry formation, where it was quickly trampled into a pulp by thousands of horses' hooves.

In just a few breaths, Ma Xianglin and the Shi Jie soldier had crossed the Jurchen's soldiers.

"Young master, damn it!" Shi Jiebing shouted, he quickly realized that he was hindering the young master's attack on the commander of the rear golden cavalry.

Ma Xianglin responded: "I don't blame you, it's Huang Taiji, that son of a bitch who is too cowardly!"

Ma Xianglin was full of disdain in his anger.

It was the first time he met a coach like Huang Taiji.

Blatantly playing timid.

Is it because the cavalry took the lead in an instant, and my subordinates had no time to see clearly?
Coward!coward!
While cursing, Ma Xianglin adjusted the horse's speed, and turned the horse's head again at an appropriate speed.

The first and second rows of Sichuan soldiers who survived the killing of the enemy have gathered nearby one after another. In front of them, the third and fourth rows of Sichuan soldiers are confronting the surviving Golden Knights, and there is another bloody battle. Intense scenes of people shouting and neighing.

Ma Xianglin waved the commander-in-chief flag and uttered the semaphore, and the people around him immediately re-arranged, and after a while, they formed a neat formation again, raised their dazzling white guns, and galloped towards the center of the fierce battle with shouts.

In the coach's duel, Huang Taiji, who had escaped Ma Xianglin's silver spear, did not retreat to the rear, and also raised his saber to slash.

After these rounds, the speed of the cavalry slowed down.

Huang Taiji was wearing the best armor and the heaviest helmet. Even his mouth was hidden behind the protective gear. He was no longer afraid of the long spear without speed blessing.

However, the bravery of the white soldiers was also beyond his expectation.

Layer after layer of Sichuan soldiers came pouring in like a tide, those white soldiers whose horses were wounded and dead, standing on the ground, even lying on their backs, still roaring, fighting vigorously with guns raised, dexterous and sturdy Together, they were able to pick the Houjin Ba Yala warriors off their horses, turn themselves over, and continue to look for new targets.

"You guys, hurry across the river and let Zhenghongqi rush to help!" Huang Taiji shouted loudly to the two Ba Yala surrounding him.

The two Ba Yala got the order to kill and open a way, and galloped eastward.

Huang Taiji gasped for breath, and when he raised his head, he saw Ma Xianglin, who was a hundred paces away, with a silver helmet and a silver robe, running towards him with a gun.

A chill rushed straight to his celestial spirit cover.

He suddenly remembered that his father often mentioned that when he went to Fushun City to sell mushrooms, he loved to hear the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" told by scholars, in which there was a Zhao Zilong with a silver gun and a silver robe.

Huang Taiji felt that the brave general of the Ming Dynasty in front of him today was the reincarnation of Zhao Zilong.

"Ugh..."

In the direction of the main gate of Fushun City, the ear-piercing sound of conch shells sounded.

To Huang Taiji's ears, it was like the sound of nature.

Ama finally agreed to withdraw.

Huang Taiji urges his war horses and gallops eastward to join up with the remnants of Nurhaci's Zhenghuang and Xianghuang banners.

The Jurchen knights followed closely like little mice following the Mouse King.

Ma Xianglin led the white-armed soldiers in pursuit, trampling over human and horse corpses everywhere.

"Boom..." The falcon gun at the head of Fushun City began to spit iron bullets at the poor bandits who entered the range again, setting off bursts of blood mist.

After the loud noise, there was the sound of Jin Cheng calling for troops to withdraw from the city.

Ma Xianglin gritted his teeth, finally slowed down and waved the command flag.

The Sichuan soldiers stopped shouting and killing immediately, and they also stationed their horses one after another.

"Brothers who have left the package, rescue the wounded. After beheading, please ask the chief officer in the city to count. The three hundred Yuzi camp will follow me to Ma Gendan to pick up the young lady, and the rest of the brothers will camp on the spot to rest."

Ma Xianglin ordered the deputy general to say.

The seven chapters of the Battle of Fushun are finished.The military generals and civil servants appearing in these seven chapters are all historical figures.In the real history, their fate is as follows: Zou Chuxian, Qinghe defender, Zhang Chengyin, general soldier of Liaodong, and Po Yanxiang, deputy general soldier, all died in this year.Po Yanxiang was already out of danger. Hearing that the general Zhang Chengyin fell into the enemy's hands, he returned to fight with horsepower and died together with Shangguan.After the fall of Liaoyang, Zhang Quan, the inspector of Liaodong, refused to surrender the gold, straightened his official uniforms, bowed down to the south, and committed suicide.In the bloody battle of the Hunhe River, Qin Liangyu sent his brothers Qin Bangping and Qin Minping to lead the Sichuan army across the river (including some Youyang chieftain soldiers), and fought to the death with the Houjin army. The bombardment resulted in heavy casualties, and they withdrew to the other side of the Hun River to join Qi, Jin and Zhe Army's chariot camp.Qin Bangping and Qi Jin died for their country.Mao Wenlong, who lived in Dongjiang Town like a nail in Houjin, was beheaded by Yuan Chonghuan during the reign of Chongzhen.

Internal corruption is not the reason for rationalizing foreign aggression.Participating in the study of the history at that time should not make some modern glass hearts feel that it will affect national unity.Right and wrong will not be reversed, and all dedicated soldiers and civil servants are worth commemorating.I would like to use a fictitious victory in the defense of Fushun to pay tribute to all the brave and loyal people above.

(End of this chapter)